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“You will never be truly happy if you continuously hold onto the things that make you sad.”

— Unknown

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“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

— Jillian Medoff

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in 2025 we will set healthy boundaries 🤍

“I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didn’t deserve.”

— Unknown

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Styles Writings

Requests are open! 

SERIES

The Premiere Part 1 Part 2 (Completed)

(The one where best friends find it difficult to confess ft. Fionn Whitehead)

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Ever Since Shanghai Part 1  Part 2  Part 3   Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 (completed)

(The one where Y/N have the time of her life attending one of the biggest artist’s tour along with Sarah’s sister)

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Intern (The one where Harry’s tour’s intern stylist assistant is hopelessly in love with him): (Completed)

Part-1 

Part-2 

Part-3

Part-4

Part-5

Part-6

ONE SHOTS

Messed Up  (The one where Harry breaks something that means a lot to Y/N) 

Rekindle (The one where old lovers reunite)

Our Little Secret   (Secretly dating Harry Styles)

Too Late?  ( The one where Harry despite being in a relationship with Camille is still in love with Y/N) 

Reason   (Why doesn’t Harry want to marry Y/N, aka the mother of his child?)

Forget The Past  (Dad!Harry where he is confronted by his kids about a mistake he made years ago)

Sickness  (The one where Harry is sick on new year’s eve and hides it from Y/N)

Spill Or Fill Your Guts  (As the name suggests, the iconic Spill Or Fill Your Guts played by Harry and Y/N)

Dunkirk Cast GC Convos ONE  TWO  THREE  (I just made this for fun when I was bored lol)

Blurbs

Did You Mean It?  (The one where you overhear Harry say something rude about you so you act a little distant)

Nightmares   (The one where nothing Harry’s cuddles can’t fix)

Late Late Show (Where Y/N and Harry are given some major roles)

Sleepyhead  (The one where Harry admires his sleepy girlfriend)

Holiday Special

#1 Mistletoe

#2 Christmas Card 

Enhypen

Park sunghoon - Confessions

Jake Sim - Pocket Spin

Ryu Si-oh (Byeon Woo-seok) Fics

Secrets - Part 1, Part 2

Sunday at Ryu Household

Unfamiliar Feelings

OTHER WRITINGS OF OTHER FANDOMS

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Intern (Pt. 6)

Author's Note: Anddd the final part of the Intern Series, I'm so glad I could finish it phew, thank you guys for reading through xx

Word Count: 2941 words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Masterlist

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The next morning, the sun streamed through the tall windows of the hotel’s buffet lounge, casting a warm glow over the spread of fresh croissants, fruit, and coffee. It was a rare morning off for the crew, and everyone had gathered around a long table, chatting, laughing, and enjoying a relaxed breakfast before their day off in Paris.

Harry sat at the table, his eyes scanning the room, waiting. His fingers absentmindedly tapped against the edge of his coffee cup as he kept looking toward the door. He didn’t have to wait long. The moment Y/N stepped into the room, his face broke into a wide grin. He couldn’t help it. He felt lighter seeing her, like a weight had been lifted, just by her presence.

The clinking of silverware, the rustle of napkins, and the faint hum of conversation created a comforting atmosphere, but his mind was far from at ease. Will you accept his feelings? Did he make it more complicated by confessing so abruptly?

Just then he saw you entering.

You walked into the room, scanning the familiar faces of the crew. Sarah, Mitch, and Jeff were already seated at the table, laughing about something you couldn’t quite hear. You hesitated for just a second, taking in the scene, before you made my way over to them.

And there he was. Harry.

You don’t know why you still felt this nervous energy around him. It was ridiculous, really. Harry had been your best friend for so long, and even though you’d been through so much recently, you should have felt more at ease around him. But that was the thing, wasn’t it? The unspoken tension that seemed to hang in the air every time you were in the same room. He had been your best friend, and now… I wasn’t sure what we were anymore.

His eyes met yours as you made your way toward the table, and for a brief moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. You saw the familiar warmth in his gaze, but there was something else too—a quiet anticipation, as though he were waiting for something to happen. For you to say something, for you both to fix what had been broken.

You smiled, though it didn’t feel as natural as it used to. "Morning," you said, keeping your voice light, hoping it would mask the anxiety swirling in my stomach.

"Morning," he replied, his voice warm and filled with a kind of relief that made your heart ache. "I’m glad you could join us."

You nodded, sitting down next to him, the familiar comfort of his presence making your pulse quicken in a way you hadn’t expected. You weren’t sure what it was—maybe it was the closeness, the shared history—but there was something about Harry that always seemed to pull you in, even when you tried to fight it.

You noticed how the others didn’t seem to miss a beat, chatting casually about their plans for the day. Mitch and Jeff were already talking about exploring the city, teasing Sarah about how she always wanted to shop for clothes in Paris. Sarah rolled her eyes but smiled in return, clearly used to their playful teasing.

But no matter how normal everything around seemed, you couldn’t shake the sense that there was this wall between Harry and you. It wasn’t visible, but it was there. Every time you looked at him, you saw the familiar flicker of hope in his eyes—the same hope you had been avoiding for days now.

The conversation around the table flowed, but Harry stayed quiet, his eyes finding yours every so often, as if checking if you were alright. And you could feel it, the weight of the question hanging in the air between you. Would we talk? Or would we continue to dance around the unspoken words that neither of us wanted to say?

"You’re looking a little more… relaxed today," Mitch teased, nudging you with his elbow. "What’s going on between you and Harry? You two looking like you’ve worked out your issues?"

You froze for just a moment, trying to hide the heat creeping up your neck. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," you said, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. Your eyes briefly flicked to Harry, who had that familiar sheepish grin on his face, as if he too were trying to brush off the comment.

Sarah smirked from across the table. "Oh, come on," she said, raising an eyebrow. "You two totally have something going on. I can see it."

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was forced. "You guys are impossible," you muttered, trying to avoid their teasing eyes. But deep down, you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful for their distraction. It made it easier to hide the truth that had been weighing on you—the truth that you weren’t ready to face, not yet.

Jeff, ever the good sport, rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "You all know how these things go," he said with a wink. "No rush. Let’s let them figure it out on their own."

You could see the tension in Harry's shoulders, the way his hands clenched around his coffee cup as though trying to ground himself. You knew it wasn’t just about the teasing. He wanted more than just a casual conversation. He wanted us to talk. And God, you wanted to talk to him too. But the fear that had settled deep in your chest was suffocating. What if you weren’t ready to hear what he had to say?

As breakfast went on, the crew made plans to explore the city, taking advantage of the rare free day. They all seemed excited, talking about seeing the sights and enjoying the local cafés. You couldn’t blame them—Paris was beautiful, and the thought of getting away from everything for a while was tempting.

When breakfast wrapped up, everyone stood and started gathering their things. You didn’t know why, but you found yourself lingering behind, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something was going to happen today—something you weren’t quite ready for.

Harry was right next to you, walking slowly, almost as if he were waiting for you to say something. You stole a glance at him, watching as he tugged the collar of his jacket higher, his eyes lost in thought. He looked up suddenly, catching my gaze, and for a moment, neither of us said anything.

"Y/N," he said quietly, his voice low but filled with something I couldn’t quite name. "You okay."

"I'm fine," you whispered, feeling the tightness in your chest.

After strolling for a bit and when everyone was at a distance, Harry finally said, "I can’t stand this anymore," he continued, his gaze intense, searching your. "I can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine when I’m barely holding it together. I need to know where we stand, Y/N. Are we done, or is there something left here? Because I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel something. I'll accept being just your friend too, as long as your'e in my life"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Harry," you said, your voice shaky but steady enough to make him stop in his tracks. "I miss you. I miss us. I just don't know if we're rushing."

His eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently take yours. "We don’t have to fix everything right now. I just need you to know that I’m here. I’ve always been here, Y/N. And I’m not going anywhere."

You squeezed his hand, the warmth of his touch grounding you in that moment. There was so much fear swirling inside you, but his sincerity, the softness in his gaze, was starting to break through the walls you had built.

"I keep fearing that I'm just a rebound," I said quietly, your voice barely a whisper. "I don’t want to be with you because you’re afraid of being alone."

Harry looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently rubbing over your hand as if trying to reassure you. "I would never do that to you. This isn’t about being afraid, Y/N. It’s about knowing what I want. And what I want is you. Always you."

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to hold yourself together, but the emotions were overwhelming. "But… how do we know it’s the right time?" you whispered.

He smiled softly, stepping closer. "We don’t. But I’m willing to wait. For as long as it takes. I’ll wait for you, Y/N. You’re worth it."

Your heart swelled at his words, the wall you had been building around yourself starting to crack. "You really mean that?"

"More than anything," he said, his voice full of certainty.

You met his gaze, the truth in his eyes undeniable. For the first time in what felt like forever, you saw the man you had always known—steady, genuine, and full of love. Maybe we didn’t have all the answers. Maybe things were still complicated. But for the first time in a long while, you were ready to take a step forward. With him.

"Alright," you said, my voice barely above a whisper, "let’s try this. Together."

Harry’s smile lit up his face, his eyes brighter than you’d seen them in days. "Together," he whispered.

You pulled him in for a kiss, and he kissed you back with so much intensity and full of love, you could hear your friends whislting behind with a chorus of "I knew it!" "Finally." "I told you."

You both break the kiss with a smile and look at each other fondly.

"Can I take you on a date?" Harry asked shyly.

"I'd love that," you answered.

You both ditched the friend group and went your way.

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The evening air in Paris was crisp and refreshing, the kind of cool that made you want to hold hands and pull your jacket a little tighter around you. Harry and you had decided to take a stroll through the streets of the city, away from the chaos of the concert and the noise of the hotel. The city lights twinkled like tiny stars above, casting a soft glow on the cobblestone streets. It was as if Paris itself was putting on a show just for us.

"Where to now?" Harry asked, his hand intertwinded with yours, as you walked side by side. He looked down at you with a playful glint in his eyes, his messy curls barely visible under the low light, his lips pulled into a grin.

“How about that little bakery over there?” You suggested, pointing to a shop with a window display full of colorful macarons and tempting pastries.

Harry raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile. “Macarons, huh? Are you sure you can handle all the sweetness in one sitting?”

“Hey,” you laughed, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “I’m not the one who can't resist sugar. We both know you have a secret macaron addiction.”

He looked at you with mock offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “I am not addicted!” he insisted, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “But… since you’re offering…”

Yoy walked into the bakery, the warmth of the place immediately surrounding us. The shelves were lined with delicate pastries and neatly stacked boxes of macarons in every color imaginable. Harry’s hand found yours again, and you squeezed it, feeling the familiar rush of happiness at the simple contact.

“You go ahead and pick something,” he said with a smile, his eyes scanning the colorful treats. “I’ll just be over here, making sure I’m not eating the entire shelf of macarons.”

You nodded and went to see the options, finally you picked out a box of macarons in soft pastel shades. “These look like they’re from a fairy tale,” you said returning to Harry’s side, holding the box out for him.

His eyes widened in playful surprise. “You’re right, they’re practically magical.”

With a smirk, he plucked a pink macaron from the box, carefully inspecting it. “How about a challenge?” Harry asked, his voice low with excitement.

“Challenge?” I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of challenge?”

“If I guess your favorite flavor, you have to let me feed you the first bite,” he said with a grin, clearly proud of himself for coming up with such a clever idea.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re on, Styles. But don’t get cocky. I’m not easy to guess.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, focusing intently on the box of macarons. After a few moments of dramatic consideration, he picked one up and held it out. “This one. I think it’s your favorite. You’ve got a thing for vanilla, don’t you?”

You bit my lip, pretending to deliberate. “Vanilla? Are you sure? What makes you think that?”

Harry shrugged, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “I’ve been paying attention. You always pick the simplest, most comforting things.”

You raised an eyebrow, impressed with his reasoning. “That’s… kind of sweet, actually.”

“Well, I am sweet,” he teased, winking at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling my heart soften at his words. "Alright, fine, you got me. Vanilla is my favorite."

Harry beamed with victory, his eyes twinkling. “Told you.”

He then took the macaron, gently breaking it in half, and offered me the first bite. You leaned forward, taking a small bite, savoring the smooth, creamy filling. The sweetness was subtle but perfect, and you found myself smiling without even realizing it.

“That’s good,” you said, looking up at Harry. “You have good taste.”

His face lit up at the compliment, and he reached for another macaron. “So, do I get to try one now?” he asked, the playful edge still in his voice.

“Of course,” you replied, offering him the box. “Go ahead. Just don’t eat them all.”

“I’ll try to save some for you,” he promised, flashing me a mischievous grin before taking one of the macaron halves and biting into it.

After finishing the box of macarons, you left the bakery and continued walking through the city, Harry slipping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The chill of the evening air didn’t seem to matter anymore, not with the warmth of his touch and the quiet, unspoken connection between us.

He stopped walking and turned to face you, his hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me closer. “I’ve always had feelings for you, Y/N. But I didn’t want to push you, not after everything. I’ve been an idiot for not telling you sooner.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling at his confession. “I’ve cared about you too, Harry. Since the beginning of tour actually. But I was just scared to admit it, scared of what it would mean for us.”

Harry stepped closer, his forehead resting against yours. “Oh baby, we wasted so much time, yeah? Now let's make up for those,” he smiled softly.

You closed my eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in. When you opened them again, you smiled up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, if we’re going to make the most of our time, we might as well make it official.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

You leaned up, brushing your lips against his lips, giving him a quick peck, then whispered in his ear. “Yeah, I’m saying ask me to be your girlfriend already, Styles”

Harry grinned, his hands pulling me into a tight embrace. "Finally," he whispered, his voice full of relief and joy. He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as he spoke, like this was the most important question he could ever ask. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat. The way he asked it—so raw, so vulnerable—made everything inside of you light up. You couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks flushing. You had imagined this moment countless times, but hearing it from him, feeling it, made it more perfect than you could have ever dreamed.

You looked at him, the words y’d been holding in finally escaping me. "Harry... yes. Yes, I will. I want to be yours."

The relief on his face was immediate, his eyes lighting up like a thousand stars. His grin spread across his face, and he didn’t hesitate to pull you into a tight hug. You felt his warmth surrounding me, his arms strong and reassuring as he whispered in your ear, "You have no idea how happy that makes me, Y/N. I promise, I’ll never take you for granted."

You smiled, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I’m happy too, Harry. I’ve wanted this for so long."

He leaned in then, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before pulling back with a playful glint in his eyes. "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now."

"I think I can live with that." You laughed

As you both sat down on a bench nearby, the world around you seemed to melt away. It was just you and Harry, sharing this perfect, intimate moment together. The kind of moment you never forget. It wasn’t just a first date anymore—it was the beginning of something real, something beautiful, and it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

"I love you, Y/N," Harry murmured, his voice soft but filled with certainty.

"I love you too, Harry," you whispered back, knowing, without a doubt, that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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Intern (Pt. 5)

Author's Note: Second last chapter of the Intern Series, hope you guys like it xx

Word Count: 3598 words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Masterlist

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You boarded the flight to Paris with a heavy heart. Your head was a mess, your thoughts were tangled, and everything felt so wrong. The moment you stepped onto that plane, you knew you were running away, but not from Harry—no, you were running from the feelings that had become too much to bear. You didn’t want to face him, not with the way everything had changed, not after the way he’d looked at you when you left the room.

Paris should have been a fresh start, a distraction, but the distance didn’t help. It only made everything feel more complicated. Your phone buzzed with texts from Ben, checking in on you, offering support, asking if you needed anything. He was so different from Harry, so easygoing and nonchalant. But the truth was, you didn’t need Ben to help you. You needed Harry to stop pretending like he didn’t care, or worse, pretending like he didn’t feel the same way you did.

When you arrived in Paris, the city’s energy was overwhelming, but in a way, it helped distract you from the mess you were avoiding. The last few days had been full of designs and deadlines, meetings with Lambert’s team, and, for the most part, keeping your distance from Harry. You hadn’t responded to his calls, hadn’t answered his messages. You didn’t want to. There was too much to untangle between the two of you, and right now, you couldn’t face it.

You had decided to stay focused on your work. Ben had insisted on accompanying you, but after giving it some thought, you’d realized you didn’t want to drag him into this emotional whirlwind. You’d made it clear to him that you saw him as a friend, a good friend, but nothing more. He’d accepted it, though his quiet disappointment lingered. But the misunderstanding that seemed to follow you everywhere was with Harry.

He didn’t understand why you hadn’t gone with Ben. Why you were suddenly so distant. But you couldn’t explain it to him—not in a way that wouldn’t hurt, not in a way that would make him feel like he was losing you. Harry had always been there for you, but now? Now everything felt different.

Days passed, and Harry finally arrived in Paris. You hadn’t expected it to be this way, but he was here for the concert, and as much as you tried to avoid it, you knew he was going to push to see you. Every text, every call, every message—it was like he wasn’t willing to give up on this thing between you, even if you were trying to.

The first time you saw him after his arrival was during the soundcheck, backstage, as you were talking to Sarah. You were laughing at something she said, still trying to pretend like you weren’t dealing with the tension that had been building between you and Harry.

Sarah’s voice suddenly dropped, and you turned to see him standing there, a couple of feet away, looking like he’d just walked into a room full of heavy silence. His eyes locked onto you immediately, and you could tell he was frustrated—he always wore his feelings on his sleeve, but today, it was unmistakable. He was pissed.

Before you could even say anything, Harry marched over to where you were standing with Sarah. His gaze was fixed on you, sharp and intense.

"Yn," he said, his voice tight with the kind of control he wasn’t managing very well. "We need to talk. Now."

You tensed up, feeling the weight of his presence more than you ever had. You couldn’t even look at him without feeling that familiar frustration bubbling up inside you.

"I'm not doing this right now, Harry," you said, trying to brush past him.

But Harry was quicker. He stepped in front of you, blocking your path. "Yes, you are. You're not just going to ignore me forever. We need to talk about what's been going on."

You could feel the heat rising in your chest, the anger at his persistence mixing with the hurt you’d been carrying. You took a breath, keeping your voice calm, but it shook with the weight of everything you hadn’t said yet.

"I told you, I’m busy," you said, your voice colder than you intended. "I don’t have time for this right now."

Harry wasn’t having it. His hand shot out, grabbing your arm firmly but not painfully, pulling you toward a nearby dressing room. He didn’t say a word as he ushered you inside, the door shutting with a soft thud behind you.

Once inside, you spun to face him, your chest rising and falling with the tension you were trying to suppress. "What the hell, Harry?" you snapped. "Why can’t you just leave me alone?"

His face darkened, eyes narrowing with a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place. "You’ve been avoiding me for days," he said, voice low and tight. "What the hell is going on with you, Yn? Why won’t you talk to me?"

"I’m not avoiding you," you shot back, crossing your arms defensively. "I’m just trying to focus on what I came here to do. I’m not your responsibility."

"That’s bullshit, and you know it." His voice rose, and you could hear the anger, the hurt in his tone. "You’re not just my responsibility, Yn. I care about you. I always have." He stepped closer to you, his face inches from yours. "So don’t act like I’m just some guy you can toss aside."

You flinched at his words, a wave of frustration crashing over you. "What do you want from me, Harry?" you asked, voice shaking now. "I’ve told you—I need space. I’m not your damn property. You can’t just decide what I should do, who I should spend time with. Not anymore."

His expression faltered for a split second, and you could see it—the doubt, the confusion. He wasn’t used to you pushing back. He was used to being the one who made the rules between you two.

"You really think it’s just about you and Ben?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, as if the question was too painful to say out loud. "It’s about you and me, Yn. It’s always been about us."

You blinked, his words hitting you harder than you expected. You stared at him, trying to process what he was saying, what he meant. You knew the old, familiar ache in your chest—he was still holding onto something that you weren’t sure you could give him anymore.

But you couldn’t keep dancing around this, not anymore.

"No, Harry," you whispered back, almost too softly for him to hear. "It’s not about us anymore. You’ve got Camille, and I’ve got… my own life to figure out."

A long silence stretched between you, the kind that felt like it could last forever. His face crumpled, the anger in his eyes replaced by something else—something vulnerable, something raw. He looked like he wanted to say more, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he just shook his head, his jaw clenched.

"I don’t understand," he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. "I thought we were fine. I thought we’d always be fine. We're best friends."

"We were best friends," you agreed, your voice breaking with the weight of your own emotions. "But things change, Harry. People change. And sometimes, you have to let go."

He didn’t answer. He just stood there, staring at you as if he were seeing you for the first time—and maybe, in some ways, he was.

You couldn’t look at him anymore, so you turned your head, blinking back the tears you refused to let fall.

"Please, just go," you said softly, not meeting his gaze. "I can’t do this right now."

He didn’t move immediately. He stayed there, his expression unreadable, before finally turning and walking out of the room, leaving you standing there, alone with the crushing weight of your decision.

The silence that followed felt like a thousand unanswered questions. You didn’t know what came next—if you’d ever be able to fix this, or if it was already too late.

But you couldn’t change it now. The fight had been necessary, even if it broke something between you and Harry that could never be repaired.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were standing on your own—and you weren’t sure if that made you feel strong… or incredibly lonely.

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As the night settled in and Harry made his way to the stage, there was a noticeable shift in his energy. Normally, Harry’s presence was a beacon of warmth, his smile infectious, his energy contagious, but tonight was different. The usual buzz of excitement that surrounded him as he prepared for his concert felt off. He moved through the motions quietly, a far cry from his usual playful demeanor. His crew noticed it too, the way he seemed to drift in and out of his thoughts, distracted.

Jeff shot concerned glances his way, but Harry merely waved it off, mumbling something about needing to get in the zone.

But when the spotlight hit him, when the crowd roared and the music began to play, Harry was Harry again—charismatic, captivating, and alive in the way only he could be. He fed off the energy of the crowd, losing himself in the music, putting on the performance everyone expected of him. Yet, despite the loud applause and the high of being on stage, a part of him was still distant, a part of him still aching.

It wasn’t until he hit the final notes of "Just A Little Bit of Heart" that everything seemed to crumble. The song, one of his more vulnerable tracks, always held a piece of his soul in it. But tonight, as the familiar chords filled the arena, Harry's facade cracked. His voice wavered on the chorus, a break in his normally flawless performance. His heart wasn’t in the song anymore; it was somewhere else, with someone else.

As he sang, his eyes blurred with tears. His throat tightened, and despite his best efforts to push through the song, it felt impossible. The crowd sensed it immediately. They saw it in the way his voice faltered, in the way his tears threatened to spill. The energy in the arena shifted from excitement to concern as Harry continued to sing, his emotions raw and exposed.

By the time the final note ended, there was no mistaking what had just happened. Harry stood at the mic, chest heaving, tears streaming down his face, his hands trembling as he tried to regain composure. The crowd erupted into applause, but it was subdued, the cheers laced with worry.

Backstage, as soon as Harry made it off the stage, Jeff was there, his eyes wide with concern. "What the hell, man?" Jeff asked, pulling Harry aside.

Harry didn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t need to say anything. The pain was written all over him.

Jeff sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "You’ve been off all night, Harry. What’s going on? Talk to me."

Harry’s shoulders sagged. He let out a long, exhausted breath. "It’s... Yn," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, his expression softening. "Yn? You two still having issues?"

Harry's eyes locked with his manager's, and for the first time in a long while, Harry allowed himself to be vulnerable. "I screwed up, Jeff. Big time. I let things go too far, and now she’s not talking to me. She’s... avoiding me."

Jeff let out a low whistle, his brow furrowed. "And you’re letting it eat you up like this?"

"I can’t let it go. She’s my best friend. I think I messed everything up with her. I don’t know how to fix it," Harry said, running his hands through his hair, his voice thick with emotion. "She’s been... different. I can’t stand it. Every time I try to talk to her, she pulls away. She doesn’t want me around."

"Why is that?" Jeff asked, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms.

Harry hesitated, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders. "Because of Ben," he said softly, his voice breaking a little. "She thinks I don’t trust her. She’s been spending so much time with him lately. And I—"

"Hold on," Jeff cut in, raising a hand. "You’re jealous because of Ben?"

Harry nodded, his face crumpling. "I don’t know. It just feels wrong, Jeff. He’s her friend, but I can’t help it. Every time I see them together, I lose it. And I can’t stand the thought of losing her, she's my best friend, mine. It’s killing me."

Jeff studied Harry for a moment, then shook his head with a knowing look. "You’re in love with her, man," he said bluntly.

Harry froze, his breath catching. "What?" he asked, disbelief lacing his tone.

"I said it. You’re in love with her," Jeff repeated. "You’ve always been, haven’t you?"

Harry looked down at the ground, his mind racing. He hadn’t been able to admit it to himself, not until now. But hearing Jeff say it out loud hit him like a slap in the face.

"But I’m with Camille..." Harry whispered, his voice faltering.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Come on, Harry. You know as well as I do that Camille’s not the one. She cheated on you, for god’s sake. Let her go."

Harry winced at the mention of Camille’s betrayal, but the truth stung even more. He couldn’t argue with it. He had been holding onto a relationship that wasn’t real, that had been broken from the start.

"Yeah," Harry said softly, nodding as if he had just made a decision. "Yeah, you’re right."

Later that night, Harry found himself alone in his hotel room, his thoughts a tangled mess. He couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N, about how the fight, the distance, had torn something inside him. With a sigh, he grabbed his phone and dialed Camille’s number. The phone rang several times before she picked up.

"Hey," Camille’s voice was soft, hesitant. "What’s up?"

Harry felt a tightness in his chest. "Camille, we need to talk."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah, I know."

"I think we both know it’s over," Harry said, his voice surprisingly steady despite the emotions he was grappling with.

"Harry, I—I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry for everything," Camille replied, her voice shaky.

Harry’s heart softened slightly, but he knew what had to be done. "It’s alright," he said, his tone gentle. "I think we just need to let each other go. I’ve been holding on to something that wasn’t there, and I don’t think either of us deserves that."

"I agree," Camille said quietly. "I think... I think I’m better off on my own, too."

There was a beat of silence before she added, "I hope you find what you’re looking for, Harry. You deserve it."

"Thanks," Harry replied, his voice low. "Take care."

With that, he ended the call, feeling lighter, but still uncertain about what came next. The one thing he knew for sure was that he had to fix things with Y/N. She was the one who had always been there since the beginning of this tour, and now, he wasn’t going to let her slip away.

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After a long day of reflecting, Harry knew there was only one thing left to do: he had to find Y/N.

When he arrived at your hotel room, he knocked on the door, his heart racing with anticipation. When the door opened, there you were—looking just as conflicted as he felt.

"I broke up with her," he whispered.

"You don’t have to do this, Harry," you said before he could continue speaking. "I’m not a rebound."

Harry let out a small, humorless laugh. "You think that’s what this is?" he asked, shaking his head. "No, Yn. It’s never been about that. I’m not here to use you. I’m here because I can’t lose you. I never wanted to lose you."

Your eyes softened, but you still looked guarded. "Then why did you push me away?"

"Because I was scared," he admitted, his voice low. "I was scared of losing you, scared of Ben, scared of everything. But I know now that I can’t keep pretending. I care about you, Yn. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone."

As Harry stood there in front of Y/N, the weight of the silence between them seemed almost unbearable. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she was struggling to let her walls down. His heart was pounding, each beat seeming louder than the last. He had made mistakes, said things that had hurt her, but in that moment, all he wanted was for her to understand.

"I get it," Harry finally said, his voice trembling slightly. "I’ve been selfish, Yn. I let my jealousy and insecurities get in the way of everything—us—and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go this far." His words felt raw, but they were the truth, the truth he had been holding back for far too long.

A silence lingered in the air between them, thick and heavy. Harry took a step forward, closing the distance, hoping to bridge the gap. "I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. I was afraid. Afraid of losing you, and in the process, I almost did."

"I can’t do this anymore, Y/N." His voice cracked as he continued. "I can’t pretend that I don’t feel this. That I don’t feel… you." He stepped closer to you, his breath shaky. "You were right, I’m jealous. But it’s more than that. I care about you, more than I’ve ever let myself admit. I thought I could push it down, that I could ignore it, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept pushing you away. I should’ve said something sooner."

You felt like the ground had been pulled out from under you. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Or was this just some emotional moment where he needed comfort and you were the closest person? You didn’t know anymore. Everything felt like a haze.

“Harry, I don’t—” You tried to speak, but he cut you off, his hand gently cupping your face.

“No,” he whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. “Just… let me finish.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand on your skin, the rhythm of his breath matching yours.

���I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice barely audible. “Not like this. Not without at least telling you how much I need you in my life. You’ve always been there, and I don’t want to take you for granted anymore.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and for a moment, the anger and confusion melted away. The vulnerability in his words, the way his voice shook, it was raw. Real. But still, a part of you held back, the self-preservation kicking in.

"I’m not just a rebound, Harry. I need you to understand that. I’ve never been just an option for you to pick up whenever things go wrong. I’m your best friend, and that’s what matters most to me."

Harry’s chest tightened at the weight of her words. He knew she was right. He had hurt her more than anyone else. "I know, and I swear, I don't think you're a rebound at all, I've been in love with you for so long, and it took me too long to accept it. All I can think about is you—what I’ve lost, what I might lose if I don’t fix this." His voice was desperate now, but it wasn’t just desperation; it was raw emotion, a reflection of everything he’d been bottling up for far too long.

You looked at him, your gaze searching his face for sincerity. Your lips trembled slightly, weighing everything he had said. Your voice was quiet when you spoke next, but the intensity was there. "I just don’t know.. I don’t- It’s not that simple."

"I know," Harry whispered, stepping closer. "But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. Because I need you, Yn. I always have."

You stood there in silence, your heart racing, your emotions a whirlwind. His words rang in your head, but nothing felt clear anymore. Everything had become a tangled mess of confusion and desire.

You stepped back, trying to find some space between you two, but Harry followed, reaching out and gently grabbing your wrist.

“Y/N, please,” he said, his voice strained. “I can’t go back to pretending we’re just friends. Not now. Not after all this.”

You pulled your wrist from his grip, taking a few more steps back, but the pain in your chest was suffocating. You wanted to run, to push him away, but another part of you wanted to fall into his arms and let him fix everything.

"I need time to think," you whispered, even though all these time that's all you wanted, for him to love you back, but it was so sudden that your brain wasn't comprehending.

“You don’t have to handle it alone,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I’ll wait for you, Y/N. I’ll wait until you figure this out. But please, don’t shut me out."

"Okay," you promised. He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead gently before leaving.

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Hi! Can you do an imagine with the line “I think I love you…I think? I love you and it scares me.” 4 Harry plsss🥺

Hmm... what if I put this in Part 5 of Intern Series? ;)

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Hey, Could you please update the Intern Series. Desperately waiting for it! Thanks!

Part 4 is outttt

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Can you please post part 4 of Intern? Super excited for that! Pretty please! ❤

It's finally out pretty xx

PART 4

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Please.. I need the part 4 of Intern.. I love it so much! PRETTY PLEASE! <3

IT'S OUT!! I'm very sorry for keeping you guys waiting :(

Hope the wait was worth it xx

PART 4

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Intern (Pt. 4)

Author’s Note: My lovies, I want to sincerely apologize for delaying so much. This series started in 2018 then I started getting busy with university and other problems, I didn't know how to continue Part 4 of the series after keeping it hanging for years. I got major writer's block and lost motivation to continue. But I've been getting so many requests to continue this, so the last week I brainstormed a lot and came up with this. I lost my writing charm, so I'm very nervous posting this after these many years. I truly hope you enjoy this, Intern Series will have 2 more chapters before the ending. Thank you for sticking through, I love you all so much. xx

Word Count: 3033 words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Masterlist

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You reached Manchester by catching the earliest flight with Harry.

The whole plane ride he was panicking and you tried to reassure him everything is gonna be okay.

While in the plane he explained you that he couldn’t have done this alone, he had to bring someone but he cannot bring Camille, since his mum is still pissed at Camille for breaking her son’s heart.

You understood and held his hand in hopes to comfort him.

Gemma had a bad accident and right now she was in coma.

When you reached the airport, Harry looked around as one of Gemma's bestfriend said he's going to pick you both up from the airport.

"Ben," Harry called out weakly and dragged you towards Ben.

"Harry," Ben hugged Harry tightly before saying, "I'm so scared."

You heard Harry sob. You lightly patted on his shoulder.

You both got in Ben's car after Harry briefly introduced both of you.

"How is mum," Harry spoke, sniffing lightly.

"She's been crying non-stop, H, I'm worried about Anne.."

After reaching the hospital, Harry quickly rushed to the floor where his sister was.

He saw his mum, Michal and his grandma waiting in the visitor lounge.

"Harry," his mum quickly got up from his seat and rushed towards her youngest child.

"Mum, it's gonna be okay, alright? Gem's so strong, she will wake up," Harry said hopefully, hugging his mum tightly.

"I'm so scared baby," Anne sniffled.

The doctor came out of Gemma's room and Harry walked towards him, desperately asking him, "how is she? When is she gonna wake up?"

"Unfortunately, it was a serious accident, she lost a lot of blood, she also suffered mild brain stroke, we're trying our best." doctor assured him.

"Harry, take a seat dear," his grandma softly called out to him.

Harry walked towards her and kissed her forehead, his grandma spoke again, "and who is this pretty lady here?"

Harry looked at you before saying, "Y/N, please come here."

You walked towards them, seating in the empty seat beside Harry.

Harry took your hand and his other hand was intertwined with his grandma, "Granny, this is Y/N, my bestfriend, and Y/N, this is my beautiful grandmother," he said before placing a kiss on his grandma's knuckles.

"Also his forever love," his grandma said laughing lowly.

Harry chuckled before saying, "that's true!"

"It's so nice to meet you," you kindly replied, "H, you stay with her, I'm gonna go check on your mum, okay?"

Harry nodded slightly smiling.

You walked up to Anne, she was staring into space, a light frown between her eyebrows, that resembled Harry so much.

"Hello, Anne, may I call you that?"

She seemed to break from her stance and looked at you smiling softly, "of course my dear, you must be Y/N? Ben mentioned you were accompanying Harry."

"Yes I am, I'm so sorry this happened, but I know it'll be alright again, Gemma will be back to being healthy again."

"I so hope so my love, I wish we met under different circumstances, Harry talked so much about you, I was hoping to meet you someday, not like this though," she said sadly.

You hugged her. Also you were flattered, Harry talked about you? He probably talks about all his friends, don't be so dramatic, you thought to yourself.

You looked over at Harry, he was hugging Michal.

You looked back at Anne before saying, "did you eat anything?"

You saw her shaking her head no.

"This is not right, you have to come with me right now to the canteen and have something, alright?"

Anne tried to protest but you cut her off, "no excuses, you have to eat, imagine how bad Gemma will feel if she wakes up and hears you starved yourself."

"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"Nah-uh," you replied, she chuckled before agreeing with you.

"Hey Harry?" You called out to him, he approached you both, smiling at how you and his mum were hugging each other.

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna take Anne to the canteen, she hasn't ate anything!"

"Mum, that's not right, go eat something, and don't worry we will be here," Harry said.

"Harry, mate you had a long flight, you also go with them and have coffee or something," Michal said.

"But-"

"Yeah go, we will be here, don't worry," Ben assured him.

"Okay then, grandma, will you join us?"

"No dear, you guys go, I'll be here."

"Let's go."

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You spotted an empty table and made your way towards it.

You asked Anne what would she like to have, "just coffee and a sandwich will be fine."

"and H, you?"

"Y/N, you sit, I'll bring the food," Harry said.

"No, shut up, you sit here, I got this."

He started to protest again but you sprinted away before saying, "no need, I know what you'll order anyway."

Harry shook his head chuckling.

"Harry, she's wonderful," Anne gushed.

"She is," he agreed.

You brought the tray of food over and passed on to Anne and Harry before taking your coffee cup.

"Thank you dear," Anne smiled at you.

"You're most welcome," you replied smiling.

After eating quickly, you three returned to Gemma's floor.

You saw, Michal talking with the doctor. Seeing his demeanor it seemed stressful.

The doctor returned back to the room, Michal approached you guys before saying, "they're saying she might lose her memories as well," Michal had tears welled up his eyes.

Anne hugged him, Harry slumped before taking a deep breath.

You looked over around the room and your heart broke seeing all of them at this state.

Soon enough it was getting late and Anne suggested you and Harry take his grandma and go back to Harry's childhood home.

You both agreed and once you arrived at his place, you quickly settled the grandma at her room. Then Harry showed you your guestroom. He told you several times to make yourself at home and feel free to grab snacks or beverages from the kitchen whenever you want.

After taking a quick shower, you came downstairs to drink some tea, in the kitchen you saw Harry staring off at space, the kettle's sound confirmed he was making tea.

"Hey H," you said softly, going up to him and putting your head on his shoulder.

"Hi," he replied, "you want some tea?"

"Yes please," you answered.

He quickly made you both cups of tea, he went on to sit beside you.

"She's going to be fine, right?" he asked quietly.

"H, yes, I fully believe she will be fine, it might take some time, but she will be healthy again."

"I-i can't lose her," he sniffled.

"H, hey look at me," you cupped his face to make him look at you.

The low light in the kitchen made his emerald eyes so stunning, but the sadness made you want to hug him and protect him.

You got lost in his eyes, he was so beautiful, so ethereal.

"Y/N?" He spoke, breaking you from your stance.

"Sorry, yeah listen to me mister, your sister will fight and will be back to us real soon, I can't wait to meet her and together we can bully you," you smirked.

Harry chuckled, "yeah you both will get along well."

"Hmm," you slowly let go of his face and started sipping your tea.

You felt so strongly about him and it pained you that you couldn't do anything, he has a girlfriend afterall.

You sighed and told him you're going back to your room.

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Ben chuckled at the tour incident that you were telling him.

"That's really funny though," Ben said sipping his coffee.

"Just one of the many stories," you chuckled shrugging.

You guys were at the hospital, just you, Harry and Ben. Anne and Michal went back home to get some rest and freshen up.

The doctor came out of Gemma's room and he looked hopeful, Harry sprinted towards him and the doctor informed him, Gemma is showing a lot of progress, it was a miracle.

You all sighed in relief.

"I'm gonna call mum," Harry said smiling.

Ben looked over to you and asked, "now since the tour is over, I'm guessing so is your internship?"

"Yeah, I wish it lasted forever though, it didn't feel like work."

"Yeah I bet, Harry is a really chill guy," he said.

"He is!"

"Would you be interested working in London? My brother works at a fashion company, I can hook you there?"

"That sounds wonderful, well if it works out then why not?!"

"Great! I'll tell him 'bout you then."

Harry comes back and sees you both chuckling, you both were getting in his nerve, he wished only you and him were here not Ben. You're his bestfriend, he won't let Ben steal you.

"Ben, if you want you can go back home to rest," Harry said politely.

"Nah man, it's okay, beside I got great company." He smiled looking at you.

You shyly smiled back.

Harry felt his blood boil. He saw how well you and Ben got along and it made him upset. He opened his phone and saw Camille's text, she asked about Gemma's condition and Harry started typing a reply.

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After few weeks Gemma recovered well. She fortunately didn't lose her memory as doctors feared so now she's in her recovery phase.

In these few weeks Harry rescheduled the tour dates, so your internship will drag on two more months. You also bonded well with Ben. Harry showed you his favourite places in his hometown. Overall it felt nice.

Currently you all were sitting in Gemma's room at Anne's place. You sat beside Ben in the sofa while Gemma sat on her bed, head relaxing on the bed's headboard. Anne was feeding her fruits and Harry sat beside her. Laughter filled the room while you all were talking. You and Gemma got along well, and you were staying in Anne's guestroom, you wanted to book a hotel but ofcourse Harry and Anne didn't let you.

Ben joked about something and Harry rolled his eyes. Harry was pissed nowadays with Ben. Especially seeing you and Ben bonding was something he despised. Normally he wants his loved ones and friends to get along but this one didn't feel right. He was more annoyed with how close you and Ben sat, like personal space please?

"Hey Harry, let's talk?" You asked him.

"Yeah sure," he said getting up from bed and following behind you in the living room.

"What's up?" Harry asked.

"I think I'll catch a flight tomorrow to Paris, Lambert wants me to go over some designs." You said.

"What? No you're going with me, I'll leave in 3 days," Harry protested.

"That's too long! I don't think Lambert will agree, I did some work online, but I have to be present there," you said.

"Okay then I'm coming with you," he decided.

"What? No, you stay here with your family."

"It's fine, I need to go anyway for the show," he shrugged.

"No, stay!"

"I can't leave you alone, you accompanied me, so I need to make sure to be on the same flight as you." He stubbornly said.

Ben interrupted coming into the living room, "I can accompany you Yn."

"You guys need to chill, I can travel alone, been doing it all along" you chuckled at the two men.

"No Yn, it's fine. I was planning a trip anyway," Ben said, "I'll be happy to accompany you, it'll be fun."

"Okay if you insist," you sighed but happily agreed.

Harry was shocked, that easy for Ben?

Later that night when you're packing in you room, Harry entered with two cups of tea.

"Hey," you smiled at him.

"Hi sweets," he smiled back handing you a cup.

"Ah thank you, I needed this," you smiled gratefully.

"So, done packing?"

"Yeah almost."

You sat on your bed, sipping the tea Harry had brought, trying to avoid the tension that hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud. You could feel his eyes on you, the silence thick between you two as the room felt smaller by the second. You’d been avoiding this conversation for days now, but it was inevitable. You knew it, he knew it.

"So, you and Ben, huh?" Harry finally asked, his voice laced with a quiet anger you couldn’t quite place.

You froze mid-sip, setting the cup down slowly on your nightstand. You couldn’t ignore the tightness in your chest, the nervous flutter in your stomach. "What about us?" you asked, looking up at him cautiously. His eyes were already on you, the familiar warmth in them now replaced by something darker.

He shrugged but there was no mistaking the edge in his tone. "I just don’t get it. You two seem… really close lately. It’s just weird."

You tried to laugh it off, but it came out forced. "Harry, we’re just friends, alright? He’s your cousin, for god's sake."

Harry clenched his jaw, stepping further into the room, his eyes never leaving you. "Yeah, well, that’s the problem, isn’t it? He’s always around. And you two are—" He gestured vaguely in the air, clearly frustrated, the words stuck on his tongue.

You raised an eyebrow, irritation creeping in. "What, Harry? You don't want me to get along with your cousin now? What’s the issue?"

He paced a few steps in the small room, running a hand through his hair. "You don’t get it. It’s not just that. It’s how much time you’re spending together. You know, like the way you guys sit so close, how you’re always laughing at each other's stupid jokes—" He stopped and turned to face you. "And then you just let him walk in here and offer to travel with you like it’s no big deal. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

Your heart began to race. Was this really about Ben? Or was there something else?

You stood up, the anger bubbling in your chest now too, your voice rising. "I don’t need you to make decisions for me, Harry. I’m not a child. I don’t need you to dictate who I spend time with. Ben’s a good guy, and I’m fine with him being there for me. If I want him there. You’re the one acting like I’m doing something wrong."

Harry’s eyes flashed with frustration, and you could see the hurt in them too. He shook his head, taking a few steps closer, his voice quieter now but still heavy with emotion. "I’m not trying to control you, Yn. I just—I don’t like seeing you so close to him. Don’t you get it? It’s just… it doesn’t sit right with me."

A pit opened up in your stomach, the words you had been holding back for so long suddenly spilling out before you could stop them. "You’re jealous, Harry," you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "You’re jealous because you think something’s going on between me and Ben, when really, it’s just… friendship."

He flinched like you’d slapped him, his face falling. "I’m not jealous. I just care about you. You’re my best friend. You think I don’t want you to be happy? But this whole situation is making me crazy, Yn. And I don’t know how to deal with it."

You stared at him, the hurt and anger mixing in your chest, twisting into something almost unbearable. You didn’t know how to make him understand without sacrificing a part of yourself. "Harry," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I am happy. But you need to get over the fact that I’m allowed to be happy with other people too. You’re with Camille. You’re dating her. Why are you so bent out of shape about me and Ben?"

He stepped back, his face going pale. "This is about more than Ben," Harry muttered, his voice breaking slightly. "It’s about you and me, Yn. I’m not ready to lose you. And I don’t think I can just watch you go on without me, like it’s nothing. It hurts."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, lost. "You think I’m just going to forget about you? Is that what you think? Because you’re dating Camille, you think I’m supposed to just—"

"That’s not what I mean!" Harry cut you off, his frustration boiling over. "I just don’t want you to think that I’m fine with you replacing me with someone else. With Ben." His voice cracked at the end, the emotion raw and unfiltered.

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. You both stood there, words stuck in your throats, unable to bridge the gap that had suddenly opened between you. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. This wasn’t about tears. This was about trust. About needing space and respect for each other’s choices.

"You know what, Harry?" you said, your voice shaking slightly, "I need to go. I need to get away from this for a while." You grabbed your bag from the floor, stuffing it with the last of your things, barely able to keep yourself together. "I can’t stay here and keep dealing with this. I’m going to Paris tomorrow, and I don’t need to be reminded of what’s wrong here every second."

"Yn, please," Harry’s voice was strained, desperate almost, as he stepped toward you. "Don’t do this. I don’t want to lose you."

You shook your head, not trusting your own voice. "You are losing me, Harry," you whispered, fighting back the tears. "But not the way you think."

You walked past him, the door of the room open, your heart aching as you turned back to look at him one last time. His face was a mixture of confusion and pain, but you couldn’t fix it. Not right now.

Without another word, you stepped out of the room and left the house.

And as you made your way to the car, the air felt colder, the distance between you both unbridgeable for the first time.

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

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Praying for Palestine, my heart is with you guys! 🇵🇸🍉

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It just… it wasn’t supposed to go this way. He was supposed to get the help he deserved and recover. They were supposed to eventually get back together and rob us all (happily, of course) blind of our life savings for their reunion tour tickets. I was supposed to be able to see him in person, bounding around stage, singing his harmonies and verses, doing mic flips, saying “sing it” and reading silly fan signs. He had so much more life left! He had so much more to do!

This isn’t fair! It isn’t right! This shouldn’t have happened! It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

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no matter how dramatic it sounds, i cannot explain how vastly different my entire life would be if it wasn’t for the people i met through those five boys. they quite literally changed and saved my life. personal feelings on him aside, he will always be a part of that and a crucial part of my history and story and i can’t even put into words how i am feeling right now.

friends i still talk to, friends who have drifted, just know that i think of you so so often and always with love, and i thank those boys for getting to know even a small part of you all.

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I've been actively on twitter bc it feels like I'm not alone...

It's really really hard to go about your life after this . What makes it harder is how my life is physically not at all affected by him being gone. It's so difficult to digest that. He wasn't part of my life physically. None of my friends feel things like I do because he wasn't part of their lives at all. That's the reason i keep coming back. To the people who lost him like I did. Tumblr has always been a safe place. But now in times like this, it's a whole another level of a comfort. A hug, that's what it's like being here. Like we're all in a virtual room, all saddened and all missing him. I'm thankful for this place.

[guccixstyless]

Idk if you are taking requests right now but if you do or if you have time could you do a freshly in love Shi Oh, like he has developed feelings for the Reader since X situation after starting to work for him or something like that.

But he is barely aware of it because he has never felt this way before, but it feels nice. At the same time he is so so obvious that has everyone trying to figure out what is going on with their boss (Reader included).

Unfamiliar Feelings

Pairing: Ryu Shio x Reader

Word Count: 1481 words.

AN: Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy this one shot! xx

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Ryu Shio was a man of few words, and those he spoke were usually laced with venom. His reputation preceded him; his anger was infamous, and his grumpiness a byword amongst his employees. His office was a fortress of solitude, where even the bravest of souls trembled at the mere thought of crossing its threshold.

Yet, amidst the chaos and fear, there was an unsuspecting intern who dared to tread where others feared to go. Y/N had just started her internship at Dogoo two weeks ago, with a heart full of dreams and a determination to prove herself. She navigated the corridors with caution, avoiding the gaze of her intimidating boss whenever possible.

Ryu Shio could care less about the interns. He was a busy man, the only thing he knows is to gain as much power as possible, because this was what he taught from his childhood.

That however changed once Y/N caught his attention. There was something about her that intrigued him, something that stirred emotions he had long buried beneath layers of cold indifference. She was unlike anyone he had ever encountered—bright-eyed, optimistic, and utterly oblivious to the dangers lurking in the shadows.

He observed her, smiling among her colleagues and how charmingly she greets everyone.

At first, Shio dismissed his newfound fascination as a passing fancy, a mere distraction from the monotony of his daily routine. But he couldn't shake the image of her from his mind. Her laughter echoed in his thoughts, her smile haunting his dreams.

Once his manager Kim caught Shio smiling to himself before Shio quickly composed himself.

"What's up with boss?" One of his bodyguards asked manager Kim.

"Maybe he got lead to any new deal?" he replied.

Shio left his office and was going to the research department, his eyes were searching for her but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Is it lunch break?" he asked the employees.

"Hello sir, well yes, everyone should be back in twenty minutes." one of the frightened employee replied, he was shocked to see his boss in their area, he was usually in his office and never bothered to enter this section of the office.

"Okay," he mumbled in a sour tone and left.

The employees in the department looked at each other and wondered what happened.

Once everyone was back from lunch, the sudden visit of boss became a hot topic as they all discussed about it.

"Maybe he's planning to lay off some of us," one wondered.

"Oh God, I hope not." another shivered at the thought.

As they were discussing various theories, manager Kim came and said, "Y/N boss wants to see you," in a monotone voice.

Now Y/N was scared, "why suddenly?"

"Please follow me," he ignored her question.

She entered the office and took in the surroundings, she never been to his office, she's heard no one is really allowed here except his selective few people.

She noticed Shio's chair turned back from her and around towards the window.

"Boss, she's here," manager Kim informed.

Shio spinned his chair and looked at her.

"Good afternoon, sir," Y/N greeted her boss.

"Y/N, right? Come take a seat," Shio said, briefly looking at his manager and silently indicating to leave.

His manager took the hint and bowed at him before leaving. She nervously took a seat across him.

"So, how are you adjusting to Dogoo?" he asked.

"It's going really well, thank you for this opportunity," she smiled at him.

Ah that damn smile, his heart fluttered.

"Of course, you deserve this, you're very talented, I'm happy to have you in my team." Shio said sincerely.

"Really? I mean thank you, I'll try my best," she replied.

"Listen, I want you to work from my office from now on, I have this new research thing that I want you to s=oversee," Shio smiled at her.

Wow he got really nice smile, Y/N thought to herself.

"Okay sir," she replied, she was still a bit surprised on this role though. Shouldn't senior researcher work directly under him? But she dismissed her thought and was thankful for this opportunity that will help her career.

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It's been a month that she was working directly under Shio, she realized how much charming he was under this grumpy personality of his. He always bought her coffee and always helped her out with everything.

She would work in the morning with her team then shift to Shio's office after lunch till evening and work on his research.

Y/N found herself caught in a whirlwind of confusion. The enigmatic mafia boss who had always seemed so distant and unapproachable was suddenly paying her more attention than she knew what to do with. His glances lingered a fraction longer than necessary, his tone softer than she ever thought possible.

Her colleagues whispered behind her back, speculating about the nature of their relationship. Some envied her newfound favor, while others warned her to tread carefully, lest she find herself on the wrong side of Shio's temper.

There was another intern with Y/N named Mingyu. She quickly became best friend with him. He always cared about Y/N and they always helped each other out. One particular day they were just hanging around in the coffee machine area and were joking around. Shio was entering his office when his eyes quickly wandered over there. He scoffed and without a second thought, he marched over, his expression darkening with every step.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice like thunder in the otherwise silent office.

Mingyu stiffened, caught off guard by Shio's sudden appearance. "N-nothing, sir," he stammered, taking a step back.

Shio's gaze flickered to Y/N, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Is that so?" he said, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Y/N bit her lip, torn between loyalty to her colleague and fear of her boss's wrath. "We were just... talking," she offered weakly.

Shio's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. "I see," he said through gritted teeth. "Well, I suggest you find someone else to talk to from now on."

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving Y/N and Mingyu in confusion.

"Was he jealous?" Mingyu wondered.

"Oh please, Mingyu, he was probably thinking why we were wasting our time," Y/N chuckled.

But for Shio, the encounter only served to confirm what he had been trying to deny all along. He was falling for Y/N, and there was no turning back.

As the days turned into weeks, Shio found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He sought out her company whenever he could, relishing in the warmth of her smile and the lightness of her laughter. And with each passing day, the walls around his heart crumbled a little more, until he found himself standing on the precipice of a feeling he had long thought himself incapable of—love.

It was a feeling both terrifying and exhilarating, and he struggled to come to terms with it. He was a man of power and influence, used to getting what he wanted with a snap of his fingers. But love was a force beyond his control, a wild and untamed beast that threatened to consume him whole.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Shio sought out Y/N in the quiet solitude of his office. She looked up from her work, surprise written across her features as he entered, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"Y/N," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need to tell you something."

Y/N regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Mr. Ryu?"

Shio took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I... I think I'm in love with you," he confessed, his heart pounding in his chest.

For a moment, Y/N was speechless, her eyes widening in disbelief. But then, a smile spread across her face, radiant and full of hope.

"Really?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of Shio's heart.

Shio nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yes, really."

And with those simple words, the floodgates burst open, washing away the doubts and fears that had plagued him for so long. In that moment, Ryu Shio, the notorious mafia boss, was just a man in love, standing before the woman who had stolen his heart.

As for Y/N, she reached out and took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his in a silent promise of forever. And as they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, strong enough to conquer even the darkest of shadows.

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need a new Ryu Shi oh imagine!!! Miss itttt!!!

I'll write one soon!! x